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a little man who throws conscience to the wind he always takes me back to where I started from again he says that you’re worth it put God on a shelf you’ve got what it takes deny your maker deny yourself who’s gonna win this thing the devil or me a day to day battle…
Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity. Calculate what we will or will not tolerate. Desperate to control all and everything. Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen. Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down. Justify denials and grip em to the lonesome end. Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all…
Hani senin bebegindim Uyuturdun ninnilerle Yeni açmis çiçegindim Hani fidanindim anne Büyümüssem ne olmuski Bunu benmi istedimki Aglarsam kizma anne Yaz günümde gölgemdin sen Soguklarda hirkamdin sen Dayandim arkamdin sen anne O günlerden bu günlere Yillar nasil geçti anne Dalip dalip hayallere Aglarsam kizma anne
You don’t have any secrets when you come into the world You’re open like a book and the pages get filled The leaves keep turning and on every single page They write their story with the marks on you face Marks on your face Locked in your head an unbreakable code A secret never spoken…
Original French Lyric Il faut savoir encore sourire Quand le meilleur s’est retiré Et qu’il ne rest que le pire Dans une vie prête à pleurer Il faut savoir coûte que coûte Garder toute sa dignité Et malgré ce qu’il nous en coûte S’en aller sans se retourner Face au destin qui nous désarme Et…
Is it the way you’re speakin’ Is it because I’m peakin’ Twistin’ your face, thumb in hand, but you Gotta have your own space to play in A collection of glass chickens Oh Vernie, what a garden you have Maybe its the snuff under your lip Or maybe caramel cake covered in Christmas Oh a…